Kelvin Rush Biography

You keep on asking as if we're blessed
There are no answers for us to digest
Man has no insight to the meaning of life
It's futile and full of pain and strife
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Bow to your masters sell your soul
You're food for the wicked who love to control
You fall to your knees like a weak scared child
Pathological slave debunked and beguiled
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The magnificent magpie confident and strong
Watching from the highest point casually in song
Eyes like telescopes in and out for food
At times superstitious sometimes misconstrued
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Hundreds of Thousands of snowflakes descend
They fall without menace never questioning the end
So pure and so virgin never touched or controlled
How beautiful my snowflake so warm yet so cold
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What do you think happened to Mr Blyth
Who lost control after his mother died
What do you think happened to Mrs Penn
Who had an affair and was never seen again
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